"What was it like, kissing Captain Kirk? And don't bother to try to deny it; everyone aboard knows about the act you two pulled off, in order to blend in during Landru's Festival."

Spock considered. "It was a fascinating study. His lips parted 12.6 millimeters. His tongue pressed my teeth with zero point zero four millinewtons--"

"Spock!" McCoy exploded. "I don't want a how-to guide. I want to know what it was like inside. I know how close you are to Jim. Sometimes that kind of unplanned intimacy can trigger unexpected feelings. Concentrate on that, not the mechanics. How can you just--objectify friendship, passion, love?"

"I am a Vulcan."

McCoy's face fell. "Yeah. I suppose you're right. I'm not being fair." He sighed, " Sometimes I wonder if we should even be--"

"You asked about Jim. With you it is entirely different; I simply feel our love."

McCoy scowled happily at him across their quarters. "Goddammit, Spock, how is it that you always manage to win these things?"